When I was in grade 6 my teacher told us a story about an amazing guy, he was an award winner doctor or scientist or something. Anyway this great dude went down to give a speech far away from where he lived, and somehow he got hurt and he was dying. He managed to crawl to the front lawn of a hospital and the doctor and nurses didn’t help him, they just watched him die on the lawn. Then my teacher had us guess why the doctors didn’t help him. We guessed tons of different things from the doctors not having the equipment to save him, to the guy really being a bad guy and the doctors having moral issues with helping him. We were all wrong. Finally my teacher told us it was because he was black and the doctors were white. And for a while we were all confused, we had heard about racism, but that man was dying, it would be completely inhumane not to help him. Thats the day we learned about racism, and how dangerous it is. We learned that racism (along other things) is taught not born
Beyoncé on the VMA red carpet
The Gospels go on to recount how Jesus rode into Jerusalem, and how the people there lay down their cloaks in front of him, and also lay down small branches of trees.
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I completely understand why they’re all excited. You start to miss your loved ones so much that you feel happy when someone else gets to see theirs, even if you don’t get to see yours.
There aren’t any words to describe this one.
I will never not reblog this.
Bet they don’t look at Palestinian girls like that.
these soft grunge text posts are gettin so outta hand like …
“you used to lick my neck and you told me i was your only one. yesterday i saw you licking a stamp.”
IT MAKES ME SO FRUSTRATED HOW I CANT CONTROL MY OWN FUCKING FEELINGS, THEYRE MINE WHY CANT I CONTROL THEM?!?!